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Previously onThe Kill Point.

This is a bank robbery.

Just follow these simple instructions,

and we can all walk
out of here, safe and sound.

Fall back!

This is now
a hostage situation.

Give me the wallet,
throw it down.

Right there.
What do you have?

What do you have?

Who is this?

Captain Horst Cali.

I'’m Wolf.

This thing either ends
with us free or dead.

- Chief Abrami?
- Make contact.

We'’ll distract them.

Man down.

I want a flak jacket

for every soldier.

And I want the son
of every senator who voted yes

to sign up
for active duty.

Don'’t ever breach again.

You know what'’s at stake.
And I know how to play.

Ask another question

and I will shatter your face.

You kill a hostage,

negotiations are over.

Real estate magnate

Alan Beck is indeed
at the scene.

His daughter Ashley
is one of the hostages.

She just became our most
valuable commodity.

If we lose the power,

you will not be able
to contact him.

Kill the electric now!

I give you exactly one hour

to give me electricity back,

or I kill a hostage.

Me and Henry know
we'’re the assassins.

Mr. Wolf, choose me.

Special agent
Kerry Southwell

died a couple of hours ago.

They'’re bringing someone
in from Washington.

As of now, you'’re
a secondary negotiator.

Follow these instructions.

If you don'’t,
your daughter and my son

will not make it
out of the bank alive.

I'’m a negotiator.

You'’re a secondary negotiator.

In consultant capacity.

Platoon 1013
back in action.

Let'’s get our boys home.

If you are just joining us,

we'’re approaching 18 hours

here at Market Square
as bank robbers continue

to hold a group
of hostages inside.

And we'’ve recently noticed

a heavy presence
of FBI on scene

as they appear
to be getting more involved

after the death
of agent Kerry Southwell.

Keep it here to News 14

as we continue
to bring you live coverage.

So let'’s negotiate.

Save me and she'’s free.

All right, go ahead.
Go ahead and send it.

Bet you Beck already made
the appropriate changes by now.

What do you wanna do?

I wanna put
some heat on the FBI.

What, man?

Wh--

What--
what did I do?

What'’s that, sir?

What?

Rabbit! Rabbit!

Okay, hey.

Hey, come on, man.
Snap out of it.

Come on, man.
Snap out of it, come on.

Look at me. It'’s Jake.
Piggy, Mr. Pig.

Yo, yo, yo.
It'’s all right.

I got it, I got it.
Look at me. You'’re all right.

You see that, Johnny boy?

That little shake,
slight tremble...

Too much sodium
in the blood.

Not enough oxygen
to the brain.

Toxins, maladies, emotions...

biology.

Two words that never
stand side by side

in my world, Johnny boy,
and that'’s second and chance.

You lose balance,
you lose lives.

And last but not least,

hormones.

Oh, yes, Johnny boy

testosterone is a killer.

One voluptuous full-moon bubble
ass on an African queen...

can shake
this entire world.

Mike.

Collect everything
we have on the H.T.s.

Tonray, I need a copy
of the Sabian debrief

for agent Ash, please.

I'’d like to get her
up to speed immediately.

Also get me a new
set of headphones

before we talk
to Wolf again.

Uh, ear bud
or over ear?

So... Five confirmed H.T.s,

ID'’d by the two
released hostages.

We'’re gathering intel
on them now.

This is the leader,
Sergeant Jake Mendez,

aka Mr. Wolf.

He'’s the man who's
calling the shots inside.

The man I'’ve been talking to.

We have a psych
profile on him yet?

We do.

However,
it'’s all over the map.

He'’s a psychopath
and a saint.

His profile,
and his military record

tell me nothing about the man
I'’ve been dealing with.

I think I should talk
to him cold.

No introductions.

That may throw things
off-kilter.

That'’s okay.

I don'’t want to give
this guy any options.

- Let'’s keep him guessing.
- Well.

We'’ll see how
he responds.

Super.

I think we'’re
in pretty good shape here.

Now, I may lean
on you a bit.

Especially
in the next few hours.

Lean all you want.

I intend to be here

until everyone
is out of that bank safely.

Hmm.

Captain Cali,
this is...

An awkward situation.

You'’re considered to be
one of the best at what you do,

and if I were in your shoes,
I'’d be pissed.

But I'’m here to resolve this
as quickly as possible,

and I'’m really glad
you'’re here to help me,

but I don'’t wanna have
to explain the way I do things.

Agent Ash...

Yeah.

I think it'’s important
that I tell you

that I believe Wolf
can be talked down.

If we keep humanizing
the hostages,

preying on his emotions,

I really believe
we can extract one at a time.

Okay, I'’ll keep that in mind,
Captain, thank you.

Now I'’m just gonna schedule
a meeting with my team,

and then we'’ll make
the call to... Wolf.

And I talked to my guys
at green tree.

They were able to track down
Teddy Sabian'’s boy's teacher.

Turns out
the kid'’s a genius.

Some sort of
computer prodigy.

You'’re getting my bill
when we get out of here.

A new tattoo.

Wow, look at that.

You should have never gone
into the military, man.

You should have gone
to art school.

Look at this shit.

It'’s good.

Don'’t look at me
that way, man.

All right?
It makes me feel pathetic.

It'’s infected.

Goddamn FBI.

Oh, it doesn'’t surprise me.

Mayor, media, Beck.

It'’s a lethal combination.

A lot of
bureaucratic bullshit.

Look at that ass.

What?

What'’s wrong with her ass?

She'’s got a man's ass!

I bet every nickel I'’ve got,
she was a shit'’s toss

from being a man.

God was indecisive
when he made her.

Flip-flopping...

At the last second
he just said,

"Nah, give her some jugs,
made too many boys today."

Why the hell
would Wolf release him?

Why not a child?
Why not a woman?

Yeah, I hear you.

He gains nothing
making that move.

Or does he?
He holds the man'’s son.

He can hold that
over his head.

But why would he need
leverage on Teddy Sabian?

Because his son
is a computer whiz.

Tonray,

find out if our communication
block is still up.

Got it.

You think
he'’s using that?

I don'’t know.

Cops on site?

South side, couple dozen,

not counting SWAT
in the pit,

and however many
more there are

in the interior
of the surrounding buildings.

Entry points?

The obvious ones
are locked.

There'’s a half dozen
or so sewer drops,

all in the line of sight.

All right, Derz,
keep working schematics.

Meantime, let'’s spread out,

find a nice high vantage,
set up shop.

Need a direct line
into the bank,

but we need to drop
a little... Out of the mix.

Watch mine.

I don'’t like rabbits.

Ever since
I was a kid.

I didn'’t like
the Easter Bunny.

I hated Bugs Bunny.

I thought he was queer.

No offense, Bernard.

Or that Energizer bunny,

beating that shitty bass drum
over and over.

I add that rabbit
to my expanding list.

I guarantee you...

That whacked rabbit bastard
is gonna snap again and again,

until one of us
is done.

What can we do?

We need to talk
to that lawyer about his gun.

And then we need
to talk to her.

I like watching you sleep.

You say that
to all the girls?

You get anything yet, kid?

No, nothing yet.

What'’s wrong?

It'’s my birthday.

Don'’t tell me
you were supposed

to have a birthday party
today, man.

Yeah.

Oh, man, I'’m sorry.

I'’m sorry I can't
let you go out, man.

I'’m sorry you're gonna have
to miss the party.

I can'’t.

It'’s okay.

It was gonna be lame anyway.

Now, don'’t put
yourself down like that.

Don'’t do that, man.

My dad'’s throwing me
a pool party, okay?

Now, how we even have a pool
in the first place

is a mystery.

It'’s one of those, like,
cheap aboveground pools.

Yeah.

We just kind of
float around like bobbers.

Plus I'’ve been
a "shirtie" forever.

A "shirtie"?
What'’s that?

You know, I wear my shirt
in the pool.

To-- to cover--

my man cans.

This kid'’s crazy.

Yeah,
I'’ve got four friends too,

and they'’re all dudes.

I'’m having a female free
birthday party,

and that'’s just
really depressing.

It is depressing man,

but you know what,
I'’ll tell you?

I was a shirtie too.

I wore my t-shirt
into the pool just like you.

Yeah, right.

Dude, I swear to God.

I was a tubby kid. Husky.

And I had it worse
than you, man.

I had a shitty hair cut,

I had coke bottle glasses.

It sucks.

Yeah, it sucked.

What kind of cake
do you want?

- Cake?
- Yeah.

I don'’t know.
Doesn'’t really matter.

I like all kinds.

You know, actually,

I don'’t like meringue.

I'’m not exactly sure
what that is.

Nobody does.

Hey, cap.
I want a cake ASAP.

Game'’s changed a bit,
Sergeant Mendez.

Very interesting.

Who may I ask is calling?

This is agent Ash
with the FBI.

You'’re gonna be speaking
to me from now on.

- FBI
- How do you do?

I do good.

I do real good,
but you know what?

I'’m not good at
breaking in new shoes,

if you get my meaning.

It'’s too uncomfortable,
the chafing,

the blisters are a bitch,

and besides that,
I don'’t wear heels,

you get my meaning?

Noted.

But we find ourselves
in a situation

where you don'’t have
very many choices.

Where is the other guy?

I had an understanding
with him, I had a rapport.

Can I get him back, please?

Not possible.

You know,
in these circumstances

anything is possible,
where is he?

Reassigned.

I'’m here to help you,
Sergeant Mendez.

I really am.

Yeah?
You wanna help me?

You wanna help me?
Get me a goddamn cake.

That'’s how you can help me.

Unfortunately,
that'’s not the way

this is gonna work.

You know what'’s
on people'’s minds

when they yell "surprise"

at your 40th birthday, or--

or you'’re giving
your wedding vows,

you know what people
are thinking?

I'’ll tell you
what they'’re thinking.

They'’re thinking,
"How good is that cake?

And how big a piece
am I gonna get?"

That'’s what they're thinking.

You get dressed up,
you bring a gift,

and you do the whole
song and dance,

you know what
you end up with?

You end up with an empty plate,

and a fork full of frosting.

That'’s what you end up with.

This is a waste of time, sergeant.

Now I need you
to listen to me.

Ash, Ash, I want a cake, okay?

A big-ass cake, all right?

I want healthy portions
for everybody.

Marble, chocolate,
I don'’t care.

Are you done?

Yeah, for now.

'’Cause I think
I made my point, didn'’t I?

Good.

Because Captain Cali and I

operate a little bit differently.

You see, I'’m not a DJ.

I don'’t take requests.

And your demands
mean nothing to me.

If I wanna give you something,
then it'’s gonna be

on my terms,
and right now

I want you to send
Ashley Beck out the front door.

If you don'’t, all negotiations
are gonna stop immediately.

I'’m going to take away
your food,

your medicine and everything
else that makes you comfortable.

Are we clear on this?

Did I say no meringue?

'’Cause if I didn't,
I don'’t want meringue.

'’Cause if I see meringue,

I'’m sending it back
to the baker, you got that?

That was bitchy.

What the hell was that?

I was taking
his blue chip away.

Getting the power back on--

You just flagged
his blue chip.

You think he'’s gonna send
Ashley Beck

out the door now?

If the man wants a cake,
you give him a cake!

Captain Cali,

under no circumstances
does the FBI

negotiate with terrorists.

You never negotiate?

Then why are we here?

Can I talk to you, please?

You know, Christ,
I was really

trying to avoid the whole
obvious butting of heads thing,

but look,
for all intensive purposes,

your job here is done,

and regardless of what
you think of me,

I know men like Mendez.

He thrives in climatic situations.

You take away his power,
you highlight his weaknesses.

That'’s what you do.
Now, you didn'’t do that.

In fact, you did
the opposite of that.

I didn'’t campaign for this job.
I was requested.

So let me do what I do,

'’cause I am very good at it.

We done?

Actually we'’re not.

First of all, there'’s nothing
intensive about a purpose.

I also think you meant
to say "climactic,"

unless of course,
you think Mr. Wolf thrives

in meteorological situations,

in which case,

"climatic" would be
an appropriate choice of words.

And this is what
you care about, my grammar?

I'’m talking about the fact

that I am not buying
your bullshit.

So now for all
intents and purposes,

we'’re done.

Tonray said the
communication block is fine.

Good.

But that...
That is not good.

No.

Tonray.

Get me a pack of cigarettes
and a lighter, please.

I wanna talk
to Teddy Sabian.

Why?

We can'’t communicate
with Wolf,

but we can continue
to work him.

Something'’s up
with Teddy Sabian.

We'’re gonna find out
what it is.

Jimmy, you know,
when Ashley was a little girl,

she used to come in our room
and jump on the bed

until Nancy and I woke up,

I must have told her
100 times to be careful.

You'’d think she'd listen to me.

So she ran in one day,

and she starts jumping
on the bed as usual.

The ceiling fan catches her
right in the back of the head.

I mean, she was all right,

she just got a couple
of stitches, that'’s all.

Couple of days go by,

she comes back
into the room again,

she jumps up on the bed
and she says to me,

"Daddy...

You'’d better take
that ceiling fan down."

That'’s my daughter.

Derz, Stan, we'’re in.

What'’s your 20?

Just wrapping up
down here.

How'’s that
new office space?

Safe and sound, baby.

We have a very nice view.

And if she stays
in there too long,

she'’s gonna try something.

I want you to get me
clearance into command.

I want to get
in there first hand,

and see how the FBI
is playing this thing.

Okay.

But, Alan--

I think it'’s time we took
matters into our own hands.

Let'’s handle it
how we know how.

All right.

Do it.

I can'’t believe we got
taken off the perimeter.

We got to talk to Lou.

We gotta get back
into the pit.

The only interesting thing
to do with this post

is scratch my rocks.

There'’s nothing
more satisfying

than isolating that itch

in between your thumb
and your forefinger

and just giving it
the old pinch and roll,

you know what I mean?

That'’s dangerous.

I drew blood once
using that technique.

Gotta try the
"flip and drag" sometime.

Utilize the back
of the nail.

Gently brush the back.

This won'’t take long,
Mr. Sabian.

We forgot to cross a few T'’s,
dot a few "I"s.

Where are we?

I mean, what are
we doing up here?

This is uh...

This is where
I like to come,

clear my head.

Where I sit
with my thoughts.

Try and figure out how
I'’m gonna get your son

out of that bank
down there.

You know what
I need from you

in order
to accomplish that.

I need you
to trust me, Teddy.

It'’s not an easy thing, trust.

It'’s one of those...

Intangibles in life
that so often betrays us.

I won'’t betray
your trust, Teddy.

I'’m gonna get your son
out of that bank safely.

I don'’t give my word often.

But I'’m giving it
to you now.

All I need is for you
to trust me.

Connie.

Look, I'’ve--

I'’ve asked Tonray twice now
for intel updates.

He'’s falling way behind.

Could you please deliver
this message to him?

You can come
this way.

My greatest concern...

You know
you make me nervous

when you do that thing
with your face.

What was that about?

Alan Beck.

Despite everything
that'’s going on,

he takes the time to shake
every hand in this building,

except for one,

Teddy Sabian,
that'’s right, why?

I'’ll tell you why.

'’Cause that little farce
of an introduction,

that wasn'’t
their first meeting.

What are they doing?
What are they doing?

Loudspeakers, cap.
FBI ordered them.

That was not my call.

You may want to go over there,
and talk to Ash about it.

You know what?

I'’m gonna do just that.

Excuse me.

What'’s with
the sound system?

You know it is becoming
very time-consuming

having to explain myself
to the consultant.

- Really?
- Careful, Cali.

I'’m being careful, sir.

Just curious.
Okay, so-- what?

You'’re gonna make some noise?

Is that how you plan
on saving lives?

You know, Mr. Beck,

you may wanna pay attention
to this, sir,

you have a lot
at stake here.

Cali, I gave you
fair warning.

Duly noted, sir.

Yes, we'’re gonna make
some noise, captain.

I also ordered the A/C
to be up on full blast,

it'’s gonna be 30 degrees
in that bank.

It'’s called psychological warfare.

You'’ve heard of it?

Yeah, they spent
winters in Fallujah

with bombs going off
as they slept.

That'’s noise.
That'’s cold.

What do you think
they'’re gonna do?

Think you'’re gonna
break them down

by playing music
over a stereo system

and turn on a fan, and that'’s
gonna break these guys down?

- Is that what you think?
- We need to talk.

- Excuse us.
- You know, try country music.

'’Cause that's usually
enough to make me

wanna blow my goddamn brains
all over the sidewalk.

What?

You stop talking for once,
and listen.

You said it,

bureaucratic bullshit'’s
the reason you'’re in this spot.

Well,
bureaucratic bullshit

may be even more
dangerous than them H.T.s.

But you want
them hostages out?

You need to swallow
your pride

and play
this one straight.

Okay.

Don'’t even
come back at me.

You are not
in a position

to buck the system
right now,

because it is
bucking you back.

Now, come on.

Okay.

Leroy.

It'’s time to talk.

About what?

Your gun.

If we can get
the one you stashed,

and then get our hands
on his gun,

we got this side
of the bank covered.

How are you gonna get it?

I'’ve been working the electrical
in the bank this week.

There is a spot
in the men'’s bathroom

that I can get to.

Send this place
in the black

for as long as we need.

Okay, so...

We got
this side covered.

But what about over there?

We'’re gonna hire
the rich kid.

She can get Piggy
under her thumb.

Hopefully she'’s telepathic.

I got a way
to communicate with her.

Hey.

How did he get
your dad'’s email?

Is he gonna get you out?

They'’re not gonna let me go.

Relax.

Psst.

Are you ladies talking about me?

And what if we were,
Mister Pig?

I don'’t know.

Hey, Mister Piggy,
do me a favor, man.

Can you go get
the manager guy?

Bring him over here
to the thermostat

on the double, thank you.

Come on, come on, come on.

FBI broad must have
jacked up the A/C in here.

Any response yet?

No, nothing yet, man.

What do you think
is going on?

Cap, help me send
a message.

You wanna write
a message?

- Yeah. Can you set it up?
- Go ahead.

It'’s up as high
as it'’ll go.

Right.

But the compressor'’s
up on the roof--

Do I want to have
a conversation with you?

Just fix it.

Come on.
It'’s your bank. What...

Jesus,
what is wrong with you?

Oh, hey, hey Mister Wolf,

you don'’t have to fight
the cops about my cake, dude.

You have enough
on your plate, man.

Hey, man.

If I say I'’m gonna make
something happen,

I make it happen,
all right?

Let'’s just see if--

Sarge?

I gotta--
I just gotta ask you,

what is it
with this cake thing?

I got my reasons, man.

But sergeant,
I mean,

we shouldn'’t be
playing with the FBI--

I know what I'’m doing, man.

What are you
gonna question me for?

Where'’s Ashley Beck,
Sergeant?

What?

Candy, I can'’t hear you.

I'’m in this freakin' club.

Hey, look.

I'’m looking
for a post-op tranny.

The bigger, the better, baby.

I'’m looking for
soft in the south,

and chiseled on top, okay?

Square jaw, Adam'’s apple
is all good, baby.

But if I see
any sign of a Johnny,

I'’m gonna ship
the she-whore back to you

in a pine box,
you got that?

Sergeant, this isn'’t a game.

Oh, shit.

I thought you were Candy,

my he-whore merchant, sorry.

Yeah.

Oye, mira papi chulo,

I want three pies on the fly,
mad fast.

You got that?

One traditional,
one white with asparagus.

Yeah, and throw in the clam
with the, uh, garlic.

Yeah, I know,
I'’m gonna get ass flames,

but you know, it'’s good
going down, ain'’t it?

Huh?

Oh, hey, sorry.
Wrong number.

Kill the sound.

I'’ll be right back.

Where the hell
are you going?

Our guy'’s in place.

It'’s on!
It'’s on!

He took the bait!

Come on, come on.
Get up, queen bee.

Come on.

Time to earn your keep.

Hold it right there,
sweetie pie.

Ashley Beck, sergeant.

Keep your eye on the door.

We'’re coming out.

Sh--

Let'’s go.

All teams ready.

Wolf'’s coming out
of the bank.

All right,
line up and hold.

A low show and tell.

Breathe easy.

Who'’s this guy?

Fellows,
we have a problem.

Sniper on a rooftop.

He'’s not a cop.
This is a pro.

Shit.
Where?

Where is he?

2282 Penn Ave. Move. Move!

Shit.

Sarge is outside the bank.

What the hell is this man doing?

Run, baby.

Come on.

Who'’s firing?
Who'’s firing?

Go! Go!

They shot me!

Run, baby.

Run.

Please stop!

Stop, please!

Wait!

Please!

Jesus Christ!

They shot me!

Stop, please!

Please!

Come on, boys.
Get him.

The sniper'’s...
Incapacitated.

Something funky
going on here.

They don'’t give a shit
about the rest of us!

Another inch
and I'’m dead.

An inch!

That was not cool.

We could have been killed.

I'’m sorry.
I'’m sorry, come on.

I'’m not gonna let you
get hurt.

I'’m not gonna let
anything happen to you.

I need confirmation
on all points.

Who fired?

We'’re gathering
that information.

But it wasn'’t my team.

It was a couple
of blocks deep,

and whoever fired
used a silencer,

so there'’s no--

Just find out
who fired.

You know,
your incompetence

could have cost
that girl her life.

Are you serious?

Agent Ash, I think
your point has been made.

I decide when
my point'’s been made.

Not on my watch.

Why would SWAT do that?

Why would they risk
these other people?

It wasn'’t SWAT.
It was Beck.

You gotta respect the man

who sees a way out
for his daughter,

and takes it.

No matter what
the repercussions.

Hey, Mister Wolf.

I would have done
exactly the same thing.

You better come see this.

We'’re getting bombarded.

We'’re getting overrun
by messages. I think it'’s Beck.

You'’ve got a problem.

Yeah, I realize that.

A new problem.

Word'’s out that you've only
been willing to negotiate

for Ashley Beck'’s release.

Where is that information
coming from?

That'’s a hell of a lot
less important

than the fact
it'’s a feature

on every live feed
right now.

I am not taking
the shaft for this.

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire.

Wolf!

Don'’t shoot me.

So what, you come
bearing gifts now?

No gifts.

Just the best part
of the party.

Before we light
the candles,

I think you know
what I need from you.

All right.

Hey, Henry!

Come on,
you'’re going home.

Come on!

Come on, get up, man!

I'’ll see you soon, Rocko.

It'’s been a pleasure
being a part of your tribe.

The pleasure was mine,
my friend.

Come on, fellas,
come on.

Let'’s go.
Come on, Henry.

How about that,
huh, buddy-boy?

And no meringue, right?

No meringue.

Good, man.
And you know what?

I'’m not talking
to that FBI bitch anymore.

I'’ll only talk to you.
You got that?

It'’s not exactly my call,
but I'’m working on it.

You do that.

All right.

Whoa!
Nice!

Let'’s get this man
some medical attention!

Mister Wolf.

I apologize.

That shot was not ordered
by our guys.

Just shut up!

All right?
Just shut up!

'’Cause I'm gonna
start shooting, okay?

If I ever hear your voice

on the other end
of this line again,

it'’s gonna cost people's lives.

You ever pick up
this phone again,

I'’m gonna put blood
on your hands,

you got that?

I only speak to Cali
and Cali alone!

Crazy son-of-a-bitch.

I knew you wouldn'’t listen
to my ass.

How is she taking it?

I'’m hoping for tears.

Let'’s see if Abrami
has the balls

to push it through.

We reopened negotiations.

You gonna explain this?

I did a few months
at Rikers

a couple of years back.

We didn'’t exactly
have email in the joint.

During lockdown,

we used to have to find
other ways to communicate.

So happy birthday, handsome.

How '’bout that?

- Happy birthday, Robby.
- All right.

That'’s it, champ.

Thank you.

Happy birthday, Robby.

That'’s it, champ.

Why are they singing
"happy birthday" out there?

It'’s somebody's birthday,
I guess.

When'’s yours?

What?
You don'’t want to tell me?

It'’s kind of the deal.

You know,
stay strangers.

Bang at work.
You know, simple.

We'’ve pissed
in front of each other.

I think it'’s safe
for you to tell me

when you were born.

April 25th.

June 27th.

This looks so good.

Yeah,
cause we'’re hungry as hell.

What, do I like look like a
buffet to you, like a caterer?

You'’re welcome.

What did you wish for, man?

Ah, you little perv.

I know exactly
what you'’re wishing for.

Who'’s got the knife?

Can I have the rice?

Who wished for meatloaf?

Hey, meatloaf is cool.

Can I cut it?

He'’s got to cut
the first piece.

Yeah, go ahead.

Cut the first piece,
like it'’s a wedding cake.

Don'’t cut it for real,

you, bozo.

Jerk. Jerk-off, jag-off.

Fake it, man.

Fake it.

All right, I want it small--
got it.

We'’re having cake.

This looks really good.

I'’m a big fisher.

I love to fish.

Freshwater mostly.

Bass, trout.

It'’s my favorite pastime.

I love it.

Usually, my days off
I load up a cooler,

pack up some beer,
get a good book,

or some music, and just
head out of the city,

clear my head.

Anyway...

That'’s me in a nutshell.

There...

I broke the seal.

And this...
Is your piece.

Come on,
everybody wants cake.

Thank you.

So who'’s birthday
did you miss?

My son'’s.

Many times.

Especially
when I was over there.

You know they always say

good soldiers
make bad civilians.

Well, he probably
missed yours too, right?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Oh, Cass.

I just want
to go home.

Next onThe Kill Point .

Man, your propensity
for violence,

that'’s what's getting you
in trouble, isn'’t it?

- It'’s not about me.
- No, it is about you, man.

It'’s completely about you,
and you know that.

My daughter
is in that bank.

I need you to find someone

who can have an influence
on that situation.

That girl
was an acceptable casualty.

We'’re going in.

Prep for full tactical breach.

I want two!

You get two
because I say so.

Hey, Beck, I'’m getting
impatient over here.

There'’ll be a knock
in the vent.

The same spot the SWAT team
entered once before.

It'’s morse code.
Can you see what it'’s saying?

It'’s 1013.
Deke is out there.

I found a way
to get our boys out.